Guns and Buns of Steel

To be quite frank, I really wish my husband would accompany me to the gym, I really hate to air any of our personal laundry on the world wide web, but ever since he’s been out of work I’m starting to feel like he’s become increasingly more and more lazy. Ok, I understand what not having a job can do to the male ego, but uh, let’s pick ourselves up and keep it moving right? We used to be so in sync when it came to accomplishing our goals…before he lost his job, it was nothing for us to wake up at 4 am every morning to hit the gym by 5 and sweat it out for an hour before we headed our separate ways to work. Now, I’m not even sure he wakes up before 11 am. Imagine me rolling my eyes right now…yes, I’m slightly jealous of his extended time at home (God only knows the things I could accomplish), but I’m a woman on many missions and life still begins for me at 4:30 am every morning to get work done on my novel.


Lately, I’ve taken to working out right after work with a trainer to really step up my workouts as I’m planning for our girl’s trip to South Beach. We used to go somewhere every quarter, but in fully analyzing our finances since Taylor’s unfortunate unemployment, I determined it best to scale down some of our fab trips --- Girl’s Weeks included. But, we have one coming up and I MUST be bikini-ready. My trainer, “Greg Guns” (I think you can figure out why I’m calling him that), has been working me over something serious, no pun intended. And, ladies it doesn’t hurt that Greg Guns has the body of an Adonis! Normally, I’m not distracted by anyone, because though my Taylor has indeed gained a few pounds during his “down time”, he’s still a hottie. But Greg Guns is wow-oh-wow! Abs-o-licious.
It always makes me think, wow, Taylor used to the THAT guy - so focused and motivated and so freakin’ aggressive in the gym. I absolutely loved it. Now it’s like this whole extended job search has demasculated him. I understand that the economy is rough, but there are so many other ways to make a living and make money besides running the fast track to making partner at a law firm. Suddenly jobs below six figures aren’t acceptable? I just don’t understand what’s happened to him. Sometimes, while Greg Guns has me doing lunge after lunge after lunge – I wonder if maybe I’d seen Taylor in a different light for all these years BECAUSE of his success. Now that I think about it, everything in life had come easily for him in the past – sports, law school, jobs…but now that he’s underwater it’s like he can’t swim (but he sure can drown himself in beer).
Well, I’ve got to keep pushing. Work is ramping up, writing the book is getting more and more intense, the homestead still needs to be taken care of, and these last 12 lbs won’t be banished to the underworld on their own – South Beach is calling my name, and I refuse to be the last girl on the beach with her caftan on – life goes on. End rant.

Bye lovelies.

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